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[NaNoWriMo Update] Day 26, Persistence is Foible

I’m sitting at 45,051 words right now, after a day where I put in 2,400 words (in about 2.5 hours) and the majority of the penguins are yelling “Are you sure? You haven’t finished what you wanted to write about today!”.

The majority. I think the rest are napping. And I dread what will happen after Never (The Penguin of Self Doubt) finishes eating the truckload of marshmellows that have been dumped into his cell. Or maybe ‘dread’ isn’t the right word.

Yeah, I haven’t finished what I wanted to write about today, but I’m stopping while I’m ahead. I do not want to hit 48,000 tonight and then find it magically impossible to push through the final 2K until it’s midnight on the 30th.

Not that it matters, but dang it, now that I’ve caught up, I might as well cross the finish line.

About Shai

I’m an absolutely normal person. Abysmally normal. Hideously normal. So white bread and uptight that it’s not even funny. In some ways, I’m probably just like you, only repressed, unsociable or bound by a non-disclosure agreement.

I write. I analyze. I ask a lot of stupid questions. I solve problems, and I create new ones. I can break processes, software and brains (seemingly) simply by being in close proximity to them. That used to alarm me, then people started paying me to do it. I got over it.

I find data soothing.

I’m not sure I’ll ever finish going to school, because I don’t know everything yet and yeah, that bugs me. Sometimes, I have a mental soundtrack. That should bug me more than it does.

I’m married to a Certified Genius. We’re still trying to figure out this parenting thing (and pretty sure that it’d be easier to send a bag of cats to Mars). We have a son. Singular. We’ve had cats. Multiple. We like our son better, even if he’s more complicated.

Way more complicated.

We sometimes look at dog owners with blatant envy.

We move every four-five years or so. Six years ago, we relocated from Northeastern Pennsylvania to Northern Virginia. We’re twitching a little.

Modus Dementi is supposed to be Latin for ‘demented mode’, but since I don’t know Latin, it probably isn’t. Google Translate suggests that it’s ‘stupefied by the mode of’ … and I can’t argue with that at all.

I do, however, know French — a peu, parce que j’ai suivie de cours à l’université. Démenti means ‘contradiction’. The term’s often used to mean the official or formal denial of the truth of a report. I’m not quite sure what that says about this blog’s narrator.